A woman and her son wait for the bus.
A farmer considers the changing sky.
A teacher says, "Take out your pencils. Begin."
She acknowledged the struggle which had gone into making this day happen:
Sing the names of the dead who brought us here . . .
built brick by brick the glittering edifices they would then keep clean and work inside of.
In the end, she sang the hopeful new start the inauguration represented:
In today’s sharp sparkle, this winter air, anything can be made, any sentence begun.
On the brink, on the brim, on the cusp – praise song for walking forward in that light.
Full text of the poem here.
Watch the poet reading the poem here on YouTube.
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